Starting to wonder whether making her blush was becoming a favorite pastime for him, Grier ducked her head away from Nick in the small shop. It didn’t stop him. He held up a pair of boxers with candy canes on them. “What do you think?”
“You wear briefs not boxers,” she commented before she realized one of the ladies from her grandmother’s quilting guild was the person manning the cash in the Christmas shop. She shot her an apologetic look, but the woman was grinning like the Cheshire cat as she leaned on the counter, her chin in her palms ogling Nick outright as if picturing him in the briefs. Dirty old lady.
“I could be convinced to wear these though, Grier.”
“No.”
“Let him wear them Grier. There’s a changing room right over there,” Mrs. Carlton commented with a smirk. “There’s a full
